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Tekster: Randy Travis. The Storms Of Life.

There's a dirty piece of cardboard that reads Montgomery Ward
Taped across the window of my old Ford
A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing

I'd better change my wandrin' ways
I know I've seen my better days
Always gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price, I've had to pay
The storms of life are washin' me away

An old mail pouch, tobacco sign, fadin' on the barn
Bringin' back sweet memories of mama's farm
When love was just a country girl, that lived on down the road
You know, she almost had me turned around but that was years ago

I'd better change my wandrin' ways
I know I've seen my better days
Always gettin' high when I get low
Well, I left my soul out in the rain
Lord, what a price, I've had to pay
The storms of life are washin' me away
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away